First off – I have a confession. I’m a closet romantic. There.
There is indeed a fine line between civilized affections and knock-down-yuck-fests and I try to stay on the right side of the fence.
PDA’s send a staunch message that you’re so into the person you’re with, you don’t care who knows it; a notion which is fine (almost endearing) when you’re 16. Any older and it’s a surefire way to make your friends or complete strangers feel uncomfortable (or even worst, make a creep feel a little too comfortable) and lose your hard-earned credibility.
I’m all for
- Holding hands
- Sneaking in a quick kiss (any longer than a few seconds and it’s weird for everyone)
- Fast hugs or embraces (like a shoulder squeeze)
What I’m not for
- Whispering sweet nothings
- Long kisses or embraces
- Any unmentionable acts that go beyond the above: you know exactly what they are you saucy devil – I’m too polite to name them
Sometimes a kiss is not just a kiss.
(First published on She Does The City, April 2008)